Alrighty, so...Faryn's going through heroine withdrawal, I'm sure we can all guess how much fun that's going to be. So, yeah, Alder gets first reply and then...well, Alaine come in after that I guess ^_^ Set at the Chien Hotel, late afternoon...backdated to the 15th
This was it...she was going to die. That was the only explanation for this pain. She'd just joined the Miracle's pack yesterday and she wasn't even going to get the chance to enjoy her new found home. At least, that was what the fragile girl feared as she sat there, hunched in the corner of her newly claimed room on the first floor of the Chien Hotel. She'd run out of her drug last night, and she had started to feel funny this morning with the discomfort gradually worsening until now where her stomach wanted to turn itself inside out, her whole body ached as though her bones were trying to grind themselves to pieces. Her head throbbed, and to top it all off she just couldn't get warm, despite the blanket she had wrapped around her slight form. She'd already resorted to crying, bemoaning her rotten luck. Why had all of this happened to her? She hadn't even lived a full year yet, and she had already suffered so much. Sapphire eyes poored forth pained tears as she did all she could to keep from puking, not that there was anything in her stomach to expel, she hadn't had the stomach to eat anything that day.
The room was fairly dark, the door was cracked open, having been warped by time to the point that it could not close properly. Her feathery furred arms were folded in front of her, her hands keeping the blanket tightly wrapped around her slender body, hoping that by some magic spell it would warm her abnormally cold body. With each chilled shiver, her muscles ached and she sobbed from the growing pain. "H-help me...please," her words were soft, desperate in tone. She doubted anyone was in the building, and even if they were she doubted that they would hear her. What a horrid way to go, for a young girl, all because her cruel, rapist, former master had addicted her to a drug that she was destined to run out of. She had hated every time she had been forced to inject the substance into her body, but she now hated this pain even more. Even now, each pained sob carried with it a prayer to the higher powers for some form of help, if not a quick death. She didn't want to suffer anymore.
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